B vs B

 

B vs B

(Brad vs Barry)

By

The Mangler

The atmosphere backstage at the Redneck Arena was not a pleasant one because several times the wrestlers and staff had to intervene to stop fighting.  The problem was related to the team of B&B, a tag team composed of identical twins Brad and Barry both of who stood 5’8” tall and weighed around 150 pounds, with the weight fluctuating.  While they were on the smaller side, they were one vicious tag team who commonly prevailed over bigger teams.  They would use almost any tactic to win and would sometimes extract high prices for those wins – Just ask Bruce and Jon, their stepfather and stepbrother.

The problem began when Brad caught his brother Barry screwing around backstage, literally, with his then boyfriend Kaden. While the twins shared many things, Brad’s boyfriend wasn’t one of them.  The betrayal had occurred a couple of weeks ago during a match between Todd and Cumface Dan (see Bodybuilder Destruction 3).  Kaden had been unceremoniously sent on his way and all out warfare had erupted between the twins.  Barry didn’t see what the big deal was, which only made Brad more irate.  A couple of their matches had ended when the brothers went after each other and not their opponents. Even  Boy, or Marauder #1, (see B&B vs The Marauders) who was the twins “valet/slave” wasn’t able to diffuse the situation.

Unfortunately, the action wasn’t only confined to the ring.  Backstage skirmishes and all out brawling had occurred on a couple of occasions.  The commissioner decided to take advantage of this and had given them an ultimatum.  Either fight it out in the ring or get banned from the league.  They elected to have it out in the ring. 

They both requested a no holds barred tornado match, but the commissioner had vetoed that.  While many fans would appreciate such a match, the commissioner was not one of them.  He preferred to have a referee and watch the creative ways wrestlers could get around the ref and the rules – and most of the fans preferred it that way if truth be known.  The only problem was trying to find a ref.  Alex had finally agreed to do it as he was usually friends with both of the twins, although some recent action had put that friendship to the test (see Alex’s Beatdown II), they had gotten beyond that.

Alex knew that the only way to settle things was to let them beat the crap out of each other and then try to resolve issues between them.  In anticipation of the match, the Arena was packed beyond capacity and almost all the league wrestlers in the league were present as well. It wasn’t too often that you got to see brothers at each others throats. 

The night of the match, the commissioner had met with both wrestlers and let it be known that NO action would be taken prior to the official start of the match, or they would both be permanently banned from the league.  This had stopped any locker room or pre match physical confrontations, but only barely.   A couple of the other wrestlers had to step between them to keep it from coming to physical blows but even the fans out front could hear the verbal arguments.

As the time for the match approached, the commissioner was getting anxious as Alex had not shown up. He instructed the announcer to get both wrestlers into the ring to hype the crowd up assuming Alex was just late.  Just before the wrestlers were announced, Boy, also known as Marauder #1, joined the spectators.  He was only wearing a bright green thong and his mask but he seemed to be comfortable with it.  Nothing was left to the imagination.

“And now you deviant little fucks, it is time for the main event.  Tonight, we have tag team partners going against each other and while the wrestlers are on the smaller side we all know their fighting heart and style is anything but.  Introducing our first wrestler, here is the cuckholded twin, Brrrraaaad.”

Walking through the door, Brad stood at 5’8” tall and tonight weighed in at 160 pounds – all of it shredded and cut.  His dark hair was cut into a military buzz and the dusting of hair on his chest glistened with the sweat.  Tonight, he was wearing a pair of tight standard dark purple trunks, white kneepads and white boots.  The crowd burst into a raucous round of cheers as he charged down to the ring and slide under the bottom rope.  He threw his hands into the air and posed for the crowd before retiring to the far corner.  Once he reached his corner, he shot the announcer a decidedly dirt look.

“And now his opponent for tonight, the betrayer, here is Baaarrrryy.”  Barry swaggered through the door as if he owned the entire world.  His body was a perfect match for Brad’s except that his hair was longer and wavy.  He was dressed in a pair of bright red square cut trunks, matching knee pads and boots.  Across the ass of his trunks were the letter’s B and B, but the one on the right ass cheek had been marked out.  He received the same response from the crowd as he charged down to the ring, jumped to the ring apron and then to the top rope before somersaulting into the ring.  He also shot the announcer an “eat shit and die” look.  The announcer just grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

Brad made a move toward Barry until the announcer said, “no, no, Bradley.  You know the rules.”

Hating to be called Bradley, he shot a finger in the air and glared at the announcer’s booth again before turning his glare to his brother.  They both backed into their corners.

“And now for the unfortunate soul who is referring this chaos tonight we have Alllleexx.”

Everyone looked to the entrance but no one come threw.

“I SAID referring this chaos tonight we have  Allleeexx.”

Again, nothing from the entrance. 

“ALEX, GET YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASS INTO THE RING SO WE CAN GET THIS STARTED BEFORE THE CROWD TEARS DOWN THE ARENA,” the announcer screamed.

As he said this, the commissioner approached the announcer, leaned over and whispered into his ear.  The announcer just looked up at the commissioner, shrugged his shoulder and announced “there has been a slight change in plans as Alex has been delayed.  Instead of postponing the match, and seeing the arena destroyed,” a loud roar of disapproval emanated from the crowd.  “ I SAID INSTEAD of postponing this match we have a new ref.  And our ref for the match is….”

When hearing Alex wasn’t here, both Brad and Barry had growled and looked murderous.  Thet both looked over to the announcer to see who was found to substitute.

“Taaaylooor.”  The door opened and Taylor sauntered into the arena. When Taylor, 6 feet tall and 215 pounds,  walked into view there was an audible gasp that went around the ring.  One or two fans may have even orgasmed.  For not only was Taylor handsome, his upper body was all muscle and cut as hell.  You could almost see every fiber of muscles.  His washboard abs looked like they could be used to grate granite like a block of cheese and were on proud display as were his pecs as his stripped shirt looked to be applied as a second skin.  The commissioner had been “unable” to find a shirt to fit Taylor.

When approached, Taylor had adamantly refused to ref the match until another ref, Jeff, had pointed out that Taylor would be in charge and enforcing the rules, or not, letting the two beat the shit out of each other, or even selectively enforcing the rules and letting Barry beat the shit out of Brad.  After their last encounter (see Alex’s Beatdown II), the idea had appealed to Taylor and he agreed to be the ref for triple the usual fee.  The commissioner had balked at the demand until Taylor started to walk away.  Seeing as he had no choice he had agreed to the demand.

Taylor smirked as he walked toward the ring.  B&B were a little surprised, but really couldn’t care who the ref was.  He wasn’t going to be much of an issue tonight.  Taylor climbed into the ring and summoned both wrestlers to the middle of the ring.

“Okay boys tonight I am in charge and you will do as you are told.”  Both Brad and Barry started to say something but Taylor got there first.  “Stuff it, assholes, I’m not interested in anything you two have to say. As I was saying, I’m in charge.  I say jump, you say how high, I say speak and you bark.  If you don’t obey me, the commissioner will suspend your fucking asses.  Got it?”

Brad shot daggers at his brother but then turned toward Taylor.  “Sure, big boy.  But after the match how about a little fun.”  As he said this, Brad reached up and gently pinched Taylor’s tit.  Taylor immediately drew in a sharp breath as he felt his cock stir because his cock was hardwired to his nipples, his most erogenous zone.

“Get you goddamned hands off me,” Taylor screamed as he knocked the offending hand away.  He took one step closer to Brad so that he was in his face.  “Touching the referee is a fucking no no and I should just disqualify your ass right now, but that would cause a major riot.  But don’t do it again,” Todd growled.

Brad had not moved or flinched as he stared Todd in the eye.

“Gottcha big boy,”  he smirked as he had noticed the slight twitch of the ref’s cock. “No touching the ref’s titties.”  As he said this he ran the back of his hand over the left tit.

Brad turned his attention back to Barry and the look of hatred returned to his face.  Taylor stepped back and tried to compose himself, although a slight blush was present on his face.  Taylor decided to have a little fun, “Okay boys, hug each other and then walk to your corners.”

Both wrestlers looked ready to argue, but then decided what the fuck, let’s just get this over with.  It would be safe to say that the “hug” was the most awkward and stiff hug that had ever been seen. The two then walked to their corners.

Taylor just stood there until the crowd was getting nasty and verbal waiting for the match to start.  Taylor decided might as well build up some tension.  He finally signaled for the bell. 

As soon as the bell had rung, the two brothers were out of the corner and met in the center of the ring.  They  danced around each other for a couple of seconds before finally locking up in a collar and elbow.  They pushed and jockeyed for position until Barry had a slight stumble and Brad took advantage of the situation and  forced him back first into the corner.

“Okay, nice clean break,” Taylor demanded as he was immediately in the corner.  As Brad and Barry maintained the hold and look for an advantage, Taylor again said “clean break. NOW.”

Barry moved his feet back toward the corner and crotched down as Brad released the hold and put both hands up in the air and slowly started to step back.  Once Barry felt he was at a good distance, he pushed out of the corner like a cannon ball exploding out of the cannon.  His shoulder impacted Brad in the solar plexus, pushed him slightly backward where he then fell to his back.  Barry rode Brad down onto the mat and then set up on the upper abdomen.  He then began throwing closed fists into Brad’s head.  The first two fists hit without problem, but then Brad got his hands up and as able to fight off some of the impact.

“No closed fists, break the hold,” Taylor demanded. When Barry ignored him, Taylor began to count.  At the count of four, Barry threw his last fist down into the solar plexus before standing up.

“You know the rules, no closed fists,” Taylor screamed as he got into Barry’s face.

“Fuck you man.  Why don’t you let two men fight like men and not like some namby pampy jerk like you,” Barry screamed back.  As he had done this, he had moved around the ring until Taylor had his back to Brad laying on the mat.

Looking up and seeing his opportunity, Brad repositioned himself on his back and kicked his right leg straight up between Taylor’s legs slamming the top of his foot into Taylor’s nuts and driving them forcibly up into his pelvis.

“You agreed to the damned rul…..” Taylor began before emitting a shrill sound and then an expulsion of air as the pain exploded from his crotch.  Instinctively his hands went to his crotch and his torso bent slightly forward as his knees bent.

Barry grabbed a handful of hair, forced Taylor’s head into his armpit and then dropped backwards to the mat, slamming Taylor’s forehead into the mat, stunning him.  As soon as they hit the mat, Barry sprang back to his feet.  He grabbed two handfuls of hair and forced Taylor back to his feet then locked on a side headlock.  Once it was secured he again dove toward the mat, but this time he flexed such than Taylor’s feet flew straight up into the air and his head slammed into the mat with the full weight of his body.  He moaned and lay still.

Barry then rolled Taylor onto his back and pulled him to a sitting position.  Once he was sitting up, Brad reached down and grabbed the ref’s shirt at the waist on each side.  He than rapidly pulled the shirt up and over Taylor’s head completely removing the shirt and putting it on himself.   Taylor’s ripped abs and taut pecs were seen in all their glory.

As soon as the shirt was off, Barry dropped behind the sitting Taylor, placed his legs around the waist and dropping his feet between Taylor’s legs.  He slammed both heels back into Taylor’s balls, before pushing outward with each leg, forcing the legs apart.  Barry then applied a full nelson, locking his hands behind Taylor’s neck and pushing downwards, but not with all his strength.

Brad then dropped down onto Taylor’s stretched out thighs, reached out and grabbed a nipple in each hand.  He began to gently stroke and tug on the nipples, eliciting moans from Taylor.

“No, no stop, don’t do that,” Taylor said. “I’m going to disqualify you two.”

“But you can’t disqualify me.  You see I’m wearing the stripped shirt,” Brad intoned.  As he said that Brad grabbed a corner of the shirt and showed it to Taylor.  “That makes ME the referee and I see nothing untoward happening.”  The crowd cheered this announcement and B&B just laughed.

The action on his nipples were causing his cock to stir and to start filling out, the last thing Taylor wanted, especially after his performance as a lumberjack at the match between Alex and Choirboy.

As soon as the other referees in the league saw what was happening, they made a beeline for the doorway into the cage while screaming at the commissioner that he had to stop this.  Unfortunately, when they got to the entry way, they found that a total of four chains had been wrapped between the edge of the door and the surrounding cage and locked, meaning they could not get into the cage. Trying to climb it was out of the questions as there was a top across the cage as well.

They were screaming at the commissioner who was screaming back that he was trying to do something.  Not much but he was making a show of it, ordering backstage staff to try and find some bolt cutters or keys.

“Yeah good luck with that,” could be heard by those sitting in the back corner.  When they turned to the source of the comment, they found Alex, the missing ref, depositing a set of four keys into his pocket and grinning like the Cheshire cat.  They just laughed.

Back in the ring, Brad had released both nipples and began a series of punches into the well developed abs of Taylor.  After reaching 10 such jabs, he stopped and stood up.  Barry released his hold and stood up as well.  Taylor fell to the mat and rolled to his side.  He was quickly pulled back to his feet where Barry locked on an abdominal stretch.

Brad began another series of punches and jabs into the abs.  Taylor grunted with each one.  Looking down and seeing that Taylor’s cock was starting to deflate, Brad stopped with the abs work, dropped to his knee, leaned forward and suck Taylor’s lower nipple into his mouth where he began working it with his lips, tongue and teeth.  With his free hand he began to manipulate the other nipple.  In spite of the pain from the stretch and the ab work, Taylor felt a wave of pleasure wash over him and his cock quickly returned to full stiffness.  While the crowd suspected what was happening, they really couldn’t be sure due to the ref’s pants that Taylor was wearing.

Satisfied that Taylor was feeling more pleasure than pain, Brad released the two nipples and got back to his feet.  He signaled to Barry who dropped the stretch, but caught Taylor before he could hit the mat.  He and Brad forced Taylor back into the ropes where his arms were stretched out and caught between the first and second rope.  Brad exited the ring onto the apron, where he reached around and began working each nipple with his hand.  He also began nibbling on the earlobes as well.

Taylor was moaning in spite of himself.  He wasn’t aware that Barry had unfastened and unzipped his pants until he felt them being pulled down to this ankles.  He began to squirm and flail his legs until Barry delivered a back hand into his balls and told him to be still or it would be a lot harder the next time.  Barry was able to pull the pants completely off and tossed them out of the ring.  Taylor was now only in his white boxer briefs, which were tight and left very little to the imagination, especially as the sweat started to soak in.  It was obvious that his cock was enjoying what was happening.

Taylor was trying to protest what was happening and tell the twins to stop, but his moans of pleasure made that difficult.  Brad stopped his ministrations and re-entered the ring. He and Barry released Taylor from the ropes, delivered a punch to the abs causing Taylor to bend at the waist.  He was then lifted up and dropped abs first across the knees of the two twins.  Instead of releasing him they pulled him back up and repeated the hold.  He was then turned over onto Barry’s knee such that he was in a back breaker.  Brad sat at Taylor’s head, spread his legs and scooted in until his crotch was firmly in Taylor’s face and pushing his head backwards toward Barry’s knees while Barry was pushing down on the thighs, stretching out Taylor’s back.  Once the twins were happy with their placement, Brad’s hands once again found Taylor’s nipples and began they work of pleasure.

Barry assisted by stroking the cock and balls through the tight boxer-briefs.  A wet spot of precum began to form indicating the enjoyment Taylor was getting out of this.  Barry used his other hand to apply a claw hold to the muscular abs.

The other refs had finally managed to find some bolt cutters and were trying to cut through the chains and release the locks but it was slow going.  The twins looked over and saw that the first lock was free.  They released Taylor and allowed him to drop to the mat.

Brad pulled Taylor to his feet and backed him up against Barry back-to-back.  Barry placed each of his arms through the armpits of Taylor.  Brad and Barry then pulled each of Taylors ankles up and locked them on Barry’s hips.  Barry then leaned over stretching Taylor out and applying pressure to the abs.

Brad took up position and began to use Taylor’s abs as his personal punching bag alternating the strength of the punches and the location.  He was fulfilling his desire to destroy the abs.  Taylor grunted with each hit. He was begging for the brothers to stop.  Finally, Brad did stop and step up close to Taylor. He leaned forward and licked Taylors abs from just above his boxer briefs and upward until, once again, his lips found a nipple.  He then began working that nipple with his mouth while one hand worked the other nipple and the final hand worked the cock and balls.  The pleasure that Taylor was feeling from having his nipples worked on overrode all other sensations.

“They’ve got lock number two free,” Barry said.

“Okay, I don’t really want too but drop him,” Brad replied as he stepped back.  Barry released the hold, but Brad made sure that Taylor remained standing until he drove a knee into the abs knocking Taylor back into the ropes opposite where the other refs were working on the cage door.  Once again the twins tied Taylor’s arms into the ropes.

Brad said “I really wish we had more time so we could take those abs apart AND edge him at the same time, but we have to work with what we have.”

This time, Barry went outside to the ring apron and reached in and began working on the nipples.  Brad stood off to one side and began to stroke the cock and balls through the briefs, until the head of the cock appeared over the waist band.  Taylor was moaning in heat.  To increase the sensation, Brad mouthed the tit nearest him.  When they felt that he was close to cuming, the Twins would slow down their ministrations until the sensation passed.  Edging was one of the twins specialties in the bedroom.  The twins continued to edge Taylor until he was begging them to be allowed to cum.

Brad leaned in and whispered something into Taylor’s ear.  Taylor immediately began yelling, “Hey commish.  Hey commish,” he kept repeating until the commissioner responded with “What?”

“No repercussions to the boys here.  No punishment.  I want this.”

The twins continued with the edging, until they noticed that the refs were almost through with the fourth lock.  Barry began to manipulate the nipples in earnest, Brad increased the stroking of the cock and balls, and Brad released the tit from his mouth, leaned over and planted a sloppy French kiss on Taylor.

Suddenly Taylor’s entire body stiffened, a loud moan could be heard and then his cock started shooting forth large amounts of cum.  The first volley actually sailed over Taylor and Barry and landed in the audience six feet away to an overwhelming cheer from the audience.  Taylor continued to ejaculate until his entire front was covered in cum.  Barry also had some on his face.

Seeing as the door was almost open, Brad ran his hand up the abs and chest, collecting cum as he did, which he then deposited into Taylors mouth, timing it such that it occurred when Taylor took in a deep breath causing him to suck in the cum.  When Taylor looked like he was going to spit it out, Brad gave a moderate tap to the balls causing Taylor to suck in and swallow it.

Taylor gave one last yell, arched his back as the last shot flew out of his cockhead and then he went flaccid hanging in the ropes.  He was still awake but was exhausted.

The refs finally got the door open and four of them charged into the cage.  As they neared the ring, Brad, who had moved to the ring apron,  reached between Taylor’s legs  and grabbed a handful of tender balls and began to squeeze.

“Okay, boys, halt right there or I am going to crush the living hell out of these nuts before he can get here,” he shouted.

The four refs stopped.  They believed him. 

“Now slowly climb into the ring, all four of you but stay on that side.”

When they were slow to obey, Brad increased the pressure getting a yelp out of Taylor.  The refs then obeyed until all four of them were standing in the ring near the opposite rope.  Barry had already dropped to the arena floor by the ring.

Brad then jumped to the floor, releasing Taylor’s balls and the twins quickly charged around the ring and to the cage door, before any of the refs could get out of the ring.  Not that they gave it much effort, they were more concerned with Taylor.

Brad and Barry left a cum covered, embarrassed, naked and aroused Taylor hanging in the ropes.   They high fived each other as they reached the door out of the cage where they were met by Marauder #1 (or Boy as he was known to the twins) and Kayden – the source of their disagreement.  But by the way Brad and Kayden frenched kissed before Berry locked on a lip locked and jumped up and locked his legs around Kayden waist there was some confusion and doubt as to that. The confusion was intensified when the twins then proceed to high five Alex – the ref who wasn’t supposed to be there. 

The refs untangled Taylor and assisted him out of the ring and back to the ref’s dressing room accompanied by multiple cat calls and obscene suggestions.  Taylor simple shot the crowd a bird.

Back stage, it quickly became apparent that this had been a setup by Alex, with an assist by B&B and Kayden, to get a little payback on Taylor for his failure as Alex’s lumberjack during the match between Alex and Choirboy.  The commissioner, who had not been in on the deceit, was highly impressed by the tactics especially since they had been orchestrated by Alex who was normally by the book.

The fallout in the league was multifaceted.  All the refs were incensed that a ref had been attacked which was against one of the cardinal rules of the league that the ref was strictly off limits and any attack on him would be severely punished.  That is the only reason many of the ref’s agreed to be in the rough league.  They all threatened to quit unless appropriate punishment was dished out. 

The commissioner tried pointing out that Taylor said he wished no retribution, but  the refs were not buying that as a voluntary request.  They were insistent that punishment had to be meted out.  It was finally agreed a six-month suspension and a $10,000 fine each for Brad and Barry. 

Both wrestlers went on GoFundMe and quickly raised the money so that it cost them nothing.  They laughed when they noticed that two of the league refs had made contributions.  They made sure to make note of who they were.  During their six month suspension, they went and terrorized other leagues.

The league issued new rules stating increasing levels of punishment for abuse of referee’s including permanent banishment for severe abuse as determined by a committee of ref’s, wrestlers and the commissioner.

Surprisingly, most of the refs held little to no animosity against Alex who stated he was only looking for some humiliation against Taylor.  Truth be told, most of them had enjoyed the hell out of it from an erotic standpoint, but hated it as the precedent it might establish.  The relationship between Alex and Taylor was repaired surprisingly quickly as Taylor did admit, privately and only to Alex, that it was one of the most intense and satisfying sexual encounters he had experienced, but the ab abuse was definitely not!  He felt it ever time he moved over the next week.  However, he did say that it made him much savvier and more aware of the intricacies of the Arena League.  He even went on to have a few matches himself.  It was yet to be seen what was going to happened between B&B and the other refs.

Jake, Alex’s other failed lumberjack, confronted Alex about any possible retribution for him.

“You don’t have to worry Jake, as far as I am concerned you and I are good and nothing is going to happen.  Honestly, I wasn’t mad at you or Taylor, it was just with that beautiful chest and abs, and those super sensitive nipples, Taylor was just begging for a little action.  And we both know that B&B can deliver that.  Plus, now maybe some of the heat will be off me.”

With an intense stare, Jake slowly approached Alex until he was backed up against the wall.  He lifted both hands and placed them on the wall beside Alex’s face and leaned in so that Jake and Alex were face to face.

“Well,” Jake whispered in a husky voice.  “What if I feel that a little punishment is deserved for my failed performance?”

Alex’s jaw dropped wide open.  Had he heard correctly? Jake was straight, supposedly, and in the middle of a divorce but it sounded like he was proposing something decidedly not straight.

“Um, um, well I think that could be arranged somewhere in private,” Alex finally responded.

“Oh no.  Jakey was a bad boy in public and should be punished in public.  I’ll see you at the Eagle in 48  hours.  It’s volunteer night on stage and I’ll sign us both up.  Be there at midnight.”  Jake leaned forward and lightly kissed Alex on the lips, and groped and caressed his crotch, before he turned and walked away.

Alex just stood there not sure he had just experienced what he had.  He thought he must be loosing his mind. He headed for the exit muttering to himself, ‘well, I guess I’ll show up at the Eagle on Friday Night and see if he really shows up.’  The bulge in his jeans showed that he really hoped Jake did.

Jake did indeed show up at the Eagle, as well as most of the wrestlers anxious to see what Alex was going to do to Jake.  Alex and Jake did put on a hell of a show for the audience, but it was Alex who found himself on the receiving end of the punishment which was dished out by Jake and the bar staff, with a huge assist from Choirboy.  While sexual activity did occur with the staff and Alex, Jake was a bystander to that action.

“Don’t EVER fuck with your fellow refs, unless it is a match,” Jake said as he slapped Alex in the balls. “Had to stand up for my fellow lumberjack and ref.  Looks like we are all even now” he said as he exited the stage leaving a bound Alex with Choirboy.  

As Alex just smiled and nodded yes, he thought to himself “Not even close.”

The unending rounds of retribution would continue later.

As Jake got near the door to the back room he stopped and yelled at Choirboy.  “Release him, no more action from you just like you promised.”

“Spoil sport,” Choirboy said as he began untying the ropes to the boos of the dismayed crowd.